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Madame Marissa - Brutal jeans facesitting training (small version)

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Madame Marissa - Brutal jeans facesitting training (small version)
Madame Marissa - Brutal jeans facesitting training (small version)
Madame Marissa - Brutal jeans facesitting training (small version)

Madame Marissa - Brutal jeans facesitting training (small version)

Madame Marissa was in a particularly dominant mood today, and she had just the plan to indulge her desires. She bound her slave tightly to a box with ropes, ensuring that there was no way for him to escape from her. Her clothing of choice was a particularly tight pair of jeans, designed to provide maximum discomfort and pain for her unsuspecting seatpad. With a smirk on her face, Madame Marissa positioned herself on top of the box, her jean-clad buttocks inches away from her helpless slave's face. "Time for some facesitting training, my dear slave," she purred, leaning forward slightly. As she had hoped, the slave's eyes widened in fear at the prospect of what was about to come. Madame Marissa took pleasure in his helplessness, knowing that she could do whatever she wanted to him. With a cruel smile, she slowly lowered herself onto his face, feeling the bulge of his erection against her thigh. "Now you'll learn what it means to be a proper seatpad," she hissed, pressing her weight down on his chest and sliding her jeans up and down against his face. She took great delight in the sounds of his muffled cries and the feel of his desperation against her skin. Despite his pleas for air, Madame Marissa kept him pinned down with her full weight, alternating between sitting on him with her legs extended over his body and standing on his chest when she allowed him a brief respite. The jeans were brutal against his skin, with every movement causing him intense pain and discomfort. "This is what you're here for," she said coldly, her breath hot against his ear as she leaned in close. "To endure my weight and my control, no matter how much it hurts." As if to drive home her point, Madame Marissa ground her hips against his face, grinding her jeans against his skin in a painful dance of dominance and submission. The slave could do nothing but endure, knowing that this was his role in their twisted relationship – to suffer for the pleasure of his mistress.

Category: Facesitting
Length: 11min.
Video Info: 1280x720 Pixel @ 4991 kb/s
Audio Info: 2 Channels @ 162 kb/s
Format: mp4
Size: 397MB

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